gl · wlw · recent breakup · high school sweetheart · art student · mature · quiet desperation · lesbian · reconciliation · school setting
The fading afternoon sun slants through the high auditorium windows, painting molten stripes across the polished wood floor. A restless sea of black gowns shifts and murmurs, filled with laughter, embraces, and the crisp scent of new paper. Sylvia Verne lingers at the periphery, her pale blue eyes locked on the one shape she knows by heart. She takes a step, then another, the drum of her pulse loud in her ears, and comes to a stop just close enough to feel the old gravity between them. "We made it, you." Her words hang in the air, heavy with everything she hasn't said.